Championship Lockerroom: The Girl's locker room all quiet (Luck: -35, Suspicion:-20)

The girls' quiet locker room! She couldn’t believe her luck. Her heart pounded in relief as she pushed open the door, breathing heavily and scanning the room. It was dead silent, not a soul in sight. She quickly slipped inside, her bare feet padding across the empty floors. Rows of lockers stood like sentinels, completely abandoned, and there was no sign of chirpy teenage athletes around. Leah dropped her clothes and made a beeline for the showers, cringing at the feel of cum finding its way into places it never belonged. This was her chance at last to get cleaned up. She was thankful for the privacy—there was no way she could explain being caught like this.

She turned on the water and stepped under the spray, gasping as the first splash hit her like she had when the first salvo of cum landed on her. This water, unlike the warm cum, was cold at first. It made her shiver but felt incredible compared to the sticky glaze of cum coating her. Soap. Where was the soap? She found what must have been a communal bottle with a pump nearby and lathered up. She scrubbed her face, feeling the goo loosen and drip down her body, splattering lewdly at her feet.

She squeezed the horrible little soap bar, working her way down from her neck to her breasts, and onto her stomach. She winced as some of their releases clung stubbornly to her hair and on her legs where it had dripped off her breasts or landed errantly.

As she washed her body she...